What the f@&k is it about anger anyways?
It’s funny. For years and years I spent a good part of my energy being “tough” and “together”, well, to be completely honest, more like pretending to be tough and together and meanwhile failing miserably (which felt a lot like feeling miserable). When my mom gave me the book “Highly Sensitive Person” I admittedly took it personally, re-iterating that no, in fact, (even though I’m having a hissy fit about this!) I am not a “sensitive” person. I denied it at this turn and at that, displaying bravado and acts of endurance, loading ridiculous heavy bales into the barn and taking on physical feats beyond the means of my slim frame. All to prove that no, I am not a f%$cking sensitive person!